The night would be cold br As I had been told br By the bloke upon the telly br That day I'd been sold br Comestibles bold br From my favourite deli br br To my lair I retired br And the burner was fired br To produce a warmth so embracing br And the goods did unfold br With a wonder untold br Let me say it was far from debasing br br Delights were consumed br And my thoughts were exhumed br From a place I'd forgotten to mention br The fire was high br And so was I br Because of the whisky to relieve my tension br br Such simple pleasures br Flames with some good measures br Cause manifold passions to bear br I sat and I thought br Of my lessons well taught br And the reasons why I still do care br br The trials of life br And encumberant strife br Fade away as I gaze in the fire br Pen and paper appeal br And my thoughts I reveal br As my burner again does inspirebr br Esra Sloblockbr br